Month: May 2008

Note to Self Self, when your four-year-old is in the shopping cart and is sweetly holding the bananas, don’t assume that he will continue to hold them. He will not. But, since he is a tidy sort of fellow, in … Continue reading →

Note to Self Self, when your four-year-old is in the shopping cart and is sweetly holding the bananas, don’t assume that he will continue to hold them. He will not. But, since he is a tidy sort of fellow, in … Continue reading →

Note to Self Self, when your four-year-old is in the shopping cart and is sweetly holding the bananas, don’t assume that he will continue to hold them. He will not. But, since he is a tidy sort of fellow, in … Continue reading →

Sometimes You Have to Change Directions And, in this instance, I’m talking about books. I’ve been on an Elizabeth Gaskell kick of late, reading North and South, Wives and Daughters, and Cranford. I enjoyed them all very much and probably … Continue reading →

Sometimes You Have to Change Directions And, in this instance, I’m talking about books. I’ve been on an Elizabeth Gaskell kick of late, reading North and South, Wives and Daughters, and Cranford. I enjoyed them all very much and probably … Continue reading →

Sometimes You Have to Change Directions And, in this instance, I’m talking about books. I’ve been on an Elizabeth Gaskell kick of late, reading North and South, Wives and Daughters, and Cranford. I enjoyed them all very much and probably … Continue reading →

Last Day of School sigh. Where did all that time go? Now is the time of leftover school supplies coming home, of the feelings of excitement, of thinking of all the summer fun that is yet to be had, and … Continue reading →

Last Day of School sigh. Where did all that time go? Now is the time of leftover school supplies coming home, of the feelings of excitement, of thinking of all the summer fun that is yet to be had, and … Continue reading →

Last Day of School sigh. Where did all that time go? Now is the time of leftover school supplies coming home, of the feelings of excitement, of thinking of all the summer fun that is yet to be had, and … Continue reading →

He’s Not to Be Outdone Last night, I was called back downstairs after lights out to give out a few more kisses and hugs to my youngest. It seems that he had only had, like, 900 kisses during the day … Continue reading →